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exanonymous
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Except that most industries and businesses that require accurate color displays prefer the CRT monitors.

I like how Mallard imagines himself to be "the last person" when really, he's using a set with superior color capabilities that takes less power. Not to mention by not ditching the set, he's saving the environment from the overload of CRT sets for the time being.

I don't see either Mallard or Batshit appreciating anything for "classical elegance" except for that he thinks doing so makes him sound like "classicist" Victor David Banana Groovy Ghoulie F'tang F'tang Ole Biscuit Barrel Pickle Pockets Hanson.

Furthermore, we've seen Batshit's idea of an old-fashioned TV: some monstrous narrow-screen thing with a scratchy outline. "Elegance" isn't the word that comes to mind.

Ye gods, what a horrific strip. Penis-Chin Chet is back in full effect--and fully engorged--doing and saying absolutely nothing, fulfilling his role as strawman by his mere presence. The rest of the strip is four expressionless Mallardheads, all gazing blankly into our souls. Batshit couldn't muster enough willpower to scrawl a smirk on one of 'em.

I love how Mallard is more distraught over "defending" whatever "status" he feels his TV set confers upon him, than by the fact that burglary is such a notable issue in his daily life.

We're seeing a party of cast members. You didn't know that it takes four actors to play Mallard? The first one is the 'gesturing' one, the second is the one who can pretend to read, the third is the one who pretends to think, and the fourth specializes in staring out at the reader.